My journey to Peru was unexpected. I decided at the last moment and temporarily gave the healing center I owned and operated to my Girlfriend, Andrea. The centre was located on Cowell and Danforth in Toronto, Canada, in a beautiful heritage building. It was bustling 7 days a week, with guests flying in from different parts of the world to explore the various attunements I was offering at the time. Andrea was nervous and excited. I trusted her, and I knew she would perform well.
I arrived in Peru, had no interest in visiting Lima, and took the next plane out to Cusco. Cusco is located high up in the Peruvian Andes and is the former center of the Inca Empire; here, I spent time adjusting to climate (high altitudes) and experiencing a mixture of Incan and Spanish architecture. Next, I would check into Loki Hostel, the main base, to explore the city of Cusco and a network to other destinations in Peru. After I checked into the hotel, I visited daily The San Pedro Market. It is filled with fruit, vegetables as well as many freshly-squeezed juice stalls. Unfortunately, my journey to the sacred valley ended as soon as I arrived, and I did not see Machu Picchu on this visit. However, this is how it all went down. I was walking the streets of Cusco and past an old building, run-down, but what attracted me was the name shaman. I opened the door to say hello, and an older man that spoke no English called a younger man to translate. I asked what type of Shaman he is and was curious if the Peruvian was similar to the Mayan I studied with. The first thing I noticed was this Shaman wore a pair of jeans, a bomber jacket and a baseball cap (no fancy outfit); he took me inside his home, which was spooky with human skulls on display. He continued to explain with his interpreter that these were the skulls of past elders from his family lineage. In addition, they took the head after death and used a unique method to strip the flesh, eyes and brains, then displayed as an honour; the skulls stored the consciousness of his ancestors. Thus, He was the keeper of his family's traditions and the secrets of mixing plant medicines.
His name is Maestro Mancoluto, from the Chavin, his title means the Man who obtained 6th, 7th sense of authenticity and can see beyond the illusion. I explained to the Shaman that I understood this perception and didn't need his services. The Shaman remarked, if living with an army of angels in your healing centre gives you a sense of higher reality, you are correct, but I disagree. So first, I became silent; and thought, how he knew about my healing centre that included the teachings of angels. Next, I asked the type of medicine he served. He said, a tree vine named Ayahuasca that prepares the body for the 6th and 7th senses, then a tradition of Sanpedro Cactus that opens those gates. I ended up walking away, and then he pointed to the translator speaking in Spanish. Mancoluto declaimed, I know you; you are the bank robber from the 1930s, Chicago. Now he had my attention; my girlfriend Andrea was the only person who knew of the visions and nightmares I had about Chicago.
I arrived in Peru, had no interest in visiting Lima, and took the next plane out to Cusco. Cusco is located high up in the Peruvian Andes and is the former center of the Inca Empire; here, I spent time adjusting to climate (high altitudes) and experiencing a mixture of Incan and Spanish architecture. Next, I would check into Loki Hostel, the main base, to explore the city of Cusco and a network to other destinations in Peru. After I checked into the hotel, I visited daily The San Pedro Market. It is filled with fruit, vegetables as well as many freshly-squeezed juice stalls. Unfortunately, my journey to the sacred valley ended as soon as I arrived, and I did not see Machu Picchu on this visit. However, this is how it all went down. I was walking the streets of Cusco and past an old building, run-down, but what attracted me was the name shaman. I opened the door to say hello, and an older man that spoke no English called a younger man to translate. I asked what type of Shaman he is and was curious if the Peruvian was similar to the Mayan I studied with. The first thing I noticed was this Shaman wore a pair of jeans, a bomber jacket and a baseball cap (no fancy outfit); he took me inside his home, which was spooky with human skulls on display. He continued to explain with his interpreter that these were the skulls of past elders from his family lineage. In addition, they took the head after death and used a unique method to strip the flesh, eyes and brains, then displayed as an honour; the skulls stored the consciousness of his ancestors. Thus, He was the keeper of his family's traditions and the secrets of mixing plant medicines.
His name is Maestro Mancoluto, from the Chavin, his title means the Man who obtained 6th, 7th sense of authenticity and can see beyond the illusion. I explained to the Shaman that I understood this perception and didn't need his services. The Shaman remarked, if living with an army of angels in your healing centre gives you a sense of higher reality, you are correct, but I disagree. So first, I became silent; and thought, how he knew about my healing centre that included the teachings of angels. Next, I asked the type of medicine he served. He said, a tree vine named Ayahuasca that prepares the body for the 6th and 7th senses, then a tradition of Sanpedro Cactus that opens those gates. I ended up walking away, and then he pointed to the translator speaking in Spanish. Mancoluto declaimed, I know you; you are the bank robber from the 1930s, Chicago. Now he had my attention; my girlfriend Andrea was the only person who knew of the visions and nightmares I had about Chicago.
For a moment, I assumed he was working his gifts to attain some cash, but at this time, It was not the money he desired; it was me. In addition, I was so involved in White Magic I forgot about the denser energies, but now his dark web of teachings took precedence. So I replied to Mancoluto, okay, let's do it. The following day I arrived at his space. He took me somewhere special up in the hills of Cusco named Space Mountain. Also, a man from Brazil was with him; to start an anthropology documentary. Mancoluto set up a tent in the hills and prepared a simple ceremony, shaking rattles beside a small fire. Next, he would sing a song; I consumed the Ayahuasca and moved deeper into the Valley; it resembled a helicopter or ufo platform.
Furthermore, I questioned the translator if the platform was what I thought it was, he laughed and said yes. It is a landing terrace for interdimensional ships that arrived to speak with Mancolutos elders, the Chavin tribe, over 4000 years ago. In addition, the interdimensional beings provided the San Pedro Cactus to the ancestors for enhancing telepathy; in other words, the Cactus is not from this Earth. Next, the translator told me to relax; I was beginning to feel a little sick and dizzy. Sure enough, I felt the effects and wanted to throw up, but I remembered the shaman telling me not to; he said to hold it down. Then, suddenly, a strange veil opened up, and the sky grew dark; the cloud was oval in size, and I began to see some peculiar lights amongst it. It looked like a portal opening. The medicine hit me hard; I felt like fire, so I took my clothes off and fell to the ground with a fever; then BOOM, a loud echo entered the Valley, and I felt interdimensional contact. As a result, the body was on the Earth, but my mind or astral transpired on a strange ship; these beings altered my Aura. Was I tripping on the medicine, or am I abducted?
These creatures were tall and white with skinny bodies, larger heads and a glittering crystal hue. I was freaking out but, at the same time, enjoyed the information that exhibited a download. I started to feel sick, threw up and then commenced to shit simultaneously. Besides, there was too much information, and the organism could not process it all. I was naked, lying on the ground in my own vomit and crap. Then, I would hear another boom that echoed in the Valley, and the skies cleared. I felt high lying on the ground; some tourists were in the area, it was not a secluded location. A group of Chinese people laughed at me naked, denoting ET, ET, ET, and took pictures. Finally, I cleaned myself up and walked over the hill to look for the shaman. Next, I yelled to his tent and said I was finished; the translator replied, you're not, and the effects will start again; lay back down.
I staggered around the hill, looking for a new location to rest. I noticed a small opening; concrete sealed the cave entrance as I walked deeper into the space. Then I observed carvings on the stone of beings with horseheads and others that looked like dolphins. In addition, I discovered illustrations of bird people and angels; the walls conveyed a story of councils that visited our Earth. I jumped up quickly as I felt to throw up again. Instead, I hit my head and fell to the ground.
Moreover, I started to hallucinate again, and my astral body walked through the concrete barrier into underground networks of tunnels; these creatures were living underneath the Earth. In the end, I threw up again and processed traumas that I neglected; this trip lasted several hours. But when I finished, I felt great.
Furthermore, I questioned the translator if the platform was what I thought it was, he laughed and said yes. It is a landing terrace for interdimensional ships that arrived to speak with Mancolutos elders, the Chavin tribe, over 4000 years ago. In addition, the interdimensional beings provided the San Pedro Cactus to the ancestors for enhancing telepathy; in other words, the Cactus is not from this Earth. Next, the translator told me to relax; I was beginning to feel a little sick and dizzy. Sure enough, I felt the effects and wanted to throw up, but I remembered the shaman telling me not to; he said to hold it down. Then, suddenly, a strange veil opened up, and the sky grew dark; the cloud was oval in size, and I began to see some peculiar lights amongst it. It looked like a portal opening. The medicine hit me hard; I felt like fire, so I took my clothes off and fell to the ground with a fever; then BOOM, a loud echo entered the Valley, and I felt interdimensional contact. As a result, the body was on the Earth, but my mind or astral transpired on a strange ship; these beings altered my Aura. Was I tripping on the medicine, or am I abducted?
These creatures were tall and white with skinny bodies, larger heads and a glittering crystal hue. I was freaking out but, at the same time, enjoyed the information that exhibited a download. I started to feel sick, threw up and then commenced to shit simultaneously. Besides, there was too much information, and the organism could not process it all. I was naked, lying on the ground in my own vomit and crap. Then, I would hear another boom that echoed in the Valley, and the skies cleared. I felt high lying on the ground; some tourists were in the area, it was not a secluded location. A group of Chinese people laughed at me naked, denoting ET, ET, ET, and took pictures. Finally, I cleaned myself up and walked over the hill to look for the shaman. Next, I yelled to his tent and said I was finished; the translator replied, you're not, and the effects will start again; lay back down.
I staggered around the hill, looking for a new location to rest. I noticed a small opening; concrete sealed the cave entrance as I walked deeper into the space. Then I observed carvings on the stone of beings with horseheads and others that looked like dolphins. In addition, I discovered illustrations of bird people and angels; the walls conveyed a story of councils that visited our Earth. I jumped up quickly as I felt to throw up again. Instead, I hit my head and fell to the ground.
Moreover, I started to hallucinate again, and my astral body walked through the concrete barrier into underground networks of tunnels; these creatures were living underneath the Earth. In the end, I threw up again and processed traumas that I neglected; this trip lasted several hours. But when I finished, I felt great.
The next day I met with the Shaman, and he introduced a new protocol, the San Pedro Cactus. One day of Ayahuasca, then the next day San Pedro for 5 days straight. Although, after this, I expected the journey with Mancoluto to be over, it was time for me to leave and visit Machu Picchu. Mancoluto asked me to stay, a special guest was coming, and this person needed my help. In addition, Mancoluto revealed that I had come to Peru to meet this man who was arriving in Cusco tomorrow. I responded and said I needed to go. But, Mancoluto answered, don't worry about Machu Picchu, it was a place where they sacrificed women; there is nothing for me to attain there. Next, he explained that this man, Roberto is essential and money is no problem for him; he has a big vision and needs an adviser.
The next day I arrived at the Shaman's home; Roberto introduced himself, his wife, Donna and a friend from New York. Roberto rented a significant Van and asked me to join; also, he had questions about my participation with the Shaman. Furthermore, when I first spoke with Roberto, I felt a Bond; we instantly connected with kind eyes and a good spirit. Roberto commenced to tell me he is from New York and works on Wall Street for JP Morgan; he promised to make a lot of money and help people with it one day. We laughed and spoke for hours, then arrived at the location to drink the medicine. It was a beautiful spot with mountains, forests and rivers that quickly transformed psychedelic; this batch of San Pedro was much stronger than the previous ones I drank. The Cactus hit us instantly; I remember lying on the ground with Roberto next to me when the translator came to us and said it was time to move. I replied, thank god it's over. Roberto looks at me and laughs; that was a trip; I am happy it's finished. Then, the translator declares it's only been 10 minutes, and it’s time to move everybody to their separate locations; the medicine will start soon. Roberto looks at me and asks how this can be possible. I replied we're going on a long journey; that 10 minutes felt like 10 hours; suddenly, we looked at each other with fear in our eyes and went to our separate locations.
It was a long day and night tripping on the cactus. Nevertheless, First thing in the morning, Roberto and I awoke to another cup of San Pedro; he asked me to keep an eye on him and stick by his side. In addition, I encountered a vision, Wall Street was about to open up a business in Peru and change the whole vibration of San Pedro and Ayahuasca into worldwide tourism. Finally, we arrived at our hotels in Cusco after meeting at a fancy restaurant to eat. Roberto sat next to me and asked if I had visions. I said yes; Roberto asked if he was in them. Again I said yes. Then I asked Roberto if he experienced foresight, he answered yes, and I was in them.
The next day I arrived at the Shaman's home; Roberto introduced himself, his wife, Donna and a friend from New York. Roberto rented a significant Van and asked me to join; also, he had questions about my participation with the Shaman. Furthermore, when I first spoke with Roberto, I felt a Bond; we instantly connected with kind eyes and a good spirit. Roberto commenced to tell me he is from New York and works on Wall Street for JP Morgan; he promised to make a lot of money and help people with it one day. We laughed and spoke for hours, then arrived at the location to drink the medicine. It was a beautiful spot with mountains, forests and rivers that quickly transformed psychedelic; this batch of San Pedro was much stronger than the previous ones I drank. The Cactus hit us instantly; I remember lying on the ground with Roberto next to me when the translator came to us and said it was time to move. I replied, thank god it's over. Roberto looks at me and laughs; that was a trip; I am happy it's finished. Then, the translator declares it's only been 10 minutes, and it’s time to move everybody to their separate locations; the medicine will start soon. Roberto looks at me and asks how this can be possible. I replied we're going on a long journey; that 10 minutes felt like 10 hours; suddenly, we looked at each other with fear in our eyes and went to our separate locations.
It was a long day and night tripping on the cactus. Nevertheless, First thing in the morning, Roberto and I awoke to another cup of San Pedro; he asked me to keep an eye on him and stick by his side. In addition, I encountered a vision, Wall Street was about to open up a business in Peru and change the whole vibration of San Pedro and Ayahuasca into worldwide tourism. Finally, we arrived at our hotels in Cusco after meeting at a fancy restaurant to eat. Roberto sat next to me and asked if I had visions. I said yes; Roberto asked if he was in them. Again I said yes. Then I asked Roberto if he experienced foresight, he answered yes, and I was in them.
Furthermore, I explained we need to be careful, there is something beyond us, and if we go against the fundamental laws of Nature, we will be punished. Roberto was excited to speak about his project; he articulated the Shaman owns property in Puerto Maldonado, an exceptional location for a healing centre. Moreover, Roberto is Peruvian, so it will be easy to collaborate and get everything completed. Next, Roberto asked what I thought of the Shaman Maestro Mancoluto; he was about to invest millions in him and was nervous. I explained that I didn't know the Shaman that well; he is very skilled with medicine, but we need to be careful. Finally, Roberto asked me to prepare for the ceremony tonight; I laughed and said, business encounters mixed with plant medicine, why not. Next, Roberto asked to accompany him into the village before the San Pedro ceremony; he met a local charity, donated money, and purchased bikes for the kids on Christmas. So, of course, I joined him; we drove throughout the day, took care of the logistics, and arrived in the village. Bikes were piled up everywhere; we assembled them and ate food, it was a big celebration, and I was so grateful I came to help. In addition, I was fortunate to serve and observe the kids riding their new bikes for Christmas. After the village, we drove into the mountains for the San Pedro ceremony. The sun was setting, and we danced around the fire to pump the blood, making the medicine work faster. Roberto and I went from a smile to panic as usual. Briefly, Roberto wanted to leave; the Shaman told me to spend the night in the mountains. But, I opened the question of why Mancoluto was separating Roberto and me. Besides, I uncovered several mysteries about the Shaman so far, appreciating his teachings; however, Roberto asked me to watch him. Then, they started driving away, and I ran down the hillside. At first, I thought I was paranoid because I was still high on the San Pedro, but Mancoluto could not be trusted.
Roberto was looking out the window and saw me running. He stopped the van and asked what was wrong; he was still high from the medicine. I explained that I needed to come with you. Roberto stated I could, but he required his hotel and felt ill. Then, he asked where I was staying, I replied to the Loki hostel. Roberto answered, there is no way I am staying there, and if we were partnering together, I should be with him and his family for Christmas. Next, Roberto invited me back to his hotel, the Belmond Monasterio. In addition, we were a big mess from rolling around in the dirt, processing our trip. Roberto then informed me that he was walking down to the center in Cusco to buy everybody spaghetti and asked if I wanted to join. I was exhausted from the plant medicine and declined; Roberto gave me a room in the hotel and asked me to clean up for supper, be ready in two hours. After my rest, I arrived at a large elegant room; Roberto, his family and Mancoluto were present; the Shaman was not too happy to see me. Furthermore, he spoke to Roberto and asked if I was too afraid to stay alone at night with San Pedro. I replied and said no; Roberto asked me for help with the project, so I must be involved in all the details. Roberto laughed and said to the Shaman, we need the good-looking white Spiritual guy to keep everybody calm when they are sick on the medicine, and his nickname is ET Cusco. The Shaman replied we must put an end to Spirituality. Mancolutos's comment was loud and clear; it was not about serving the medicine; it brought an end to Western philosophies, which is big trouble. Next, Roberto disclosed that he would use Mancolutos's property to develop a massive center to heal people, and he has the money to do this. Deep inside, I knew Mancoluto was supplying large amounts of medicine on a frequent schedule, not for healing but to keep us high for his plan. So, I proceeded to speak with Roberto back in his room; I explained to Roberto that Mancoluto is neither stable nor prepared to lead a colossal vision of worldwide healing. Moreover, I suggested giving the medicine as a gift, at no cost, thus opening the retreat to a select few at first. This way, you will get to know Mancoluto and how he works with the people. Also, I resolved through Roberto not to use one Shaman; formulate a rotation of elders and study how they produce the medicine in Humility. Next, I advised Roberto to offer soft medicine such as mobility, yoga, and healing practices familiar to the attendees.
In the end, Mancolouto was not open to other medicine elders; the retreat showcased the Chavin tribe, his Lineage, and he did not agree with other facilitators or any spiritual modalities. In fact, he stated again, putting an end to Spirituality. Now, Mancoluto informed me that it takes negativity to heal negativity. Therefore, there more negativity that I experience, the more healing I receive. I replied to the Shaman that I understood his concept, but the practice of dark arts was for the appointed few and not tested through Roberto's worldwide vision of healing.
It was time for me to go back to Canada. I explained to Roberto that I would close my spiritual center down in Toronto and travel with my girlfriend; I was tired of the limelight. I wished Roberto luck and advised him that I could not move forward with the Shamans vision; if something changes, let me know.
Roberto was looking out the window and saw me running. He stopped the van and asked what was wrong; he was still high from the medicine. I explained that I needed to come with you. Roberto stated I could, but he required his hotel and felt ill. Then, he asked where I was staying, I replied to the Loki hostel. Roberto answered, there is no way I am staying there, and if we were partnering together, I should be with him and his family for Christmas. Next, Roberto invited me back to his hotel, the Belmond Monasterio. In addition, we were a big mess from rolling around in the dirt, processing our trip. Roberto then informed me that he was walking down to the center in Cusco to buy everybody spaghetti and asked if I wanted to join. I was exhausted from the plant medicine and declined; Roberto gave me a room in the hotel and asked me to clean up for supper, be ready in two hours. After my rest, I arrived at a large elegant room; Roberto, his family and Mancoluto were present; the Shaman was not too happy to see me. Furthermore, he spoke to Roberto and asked if I was too afraid to stay alone at night with San Pedro. I replied and said no; Roberto asked me for help with the project, so I must be involved in all the details. Roberto laughed and said to the Shaman, we need the good-looking white Spiritual guy to keep everybody calm when they are sick on the medicine, and his nickname is ET Cusco. The Shaman replied we must put an end to Spirituality. Mancolutos's comment was loud and clear; it was not about serving the medicine; it brought an end to Western philosophies, which is big trouble. Next, Roberto disclosed that he would use Mancolutos's property to develop a massive center to heal people, and he has the money to do this. Deep inside, I knew Mancoluto was supplying large amounts of medicine on a frequent schedule, not for healing but to keep us high for his plan. So, I proceeded to speak with Roberto back in his room; I explained to Roberto that Mancoluto is neither stable nor prepared to lead a colossal vision of worldwide healing. Moreover, I suggested giving the medicine as a gift, at no cost, thus opening the retreat to a select few at first. This way, you will get to know Mancoluto and how he works with the people. Also, I resolved through Roberto not to use one Shaman; formulate a rotation of elders and study how they produce the medicine in Humility. Next, I advised Roberto to offer soft medicine such as mobility, yoga, and healing practices familiar to the attendees.
In the end, Mancolouto was not open to other medicine elders; the retreat showcased the Chavin tribe, his Lineage, and he did not agree with other facilitators or any spiritual modalities. In fact, he stated again, putting an end to Spirituality. Now, Mancoluto informed me that it takes negativity to heal negativity. Therefore, there more negativity that I experience, the more healing I receive. I replied to the Shaman that I understood his concept, but the practice of dark arts was for the appointed few and not tested through Roberto's worldwide vision of healing.
It was time for me to go back to Canada. I explained to Roberto that I would close my spiritual center down in Toronto and travel with my girlfriend; I was tired of the limelight. I wished Roberto luck and advised him that I could not move forward with the Shamans vision; if something changes, let me know.
I stayed in Greece on the island of Corfu with a group of local women committed to healing and rejuvenation ways. Eventually, I received an email from Roberto requesting to speak on Skype. Roberto was enthusiastic; he started the project that we discussed in Peru and invited me back out; he aligned to parts of my vision. I asked my girlfriend, Andrea if she wanted to visit Peru, of course, she said yes. So we arrived in Puerto Maldonado to join the construction of Chimbre, the shamanic healing center. Roberto was happy to see me and declared that Chimbre, Peru and the Jungle were my new home; I was now taken care of. In addition, the Shaman was pleased to see me concerning my initiations; he emphasized that I need to consume the San Pedro three days a week, the Ayahuasca twice, but I must enter the jungles myself with no guidance. So during the night, I went into the jungles with Sanpedro, and the day, I travelled with Roberto to take care of logistics in the local village and help manage the day-to-day operations. Furthermore, the Shaman kept me high and Roberto most of the time; basically, we built Chimbre on psychedelics. For two weeks, this medicine trip endured before it grew worse. Next, the Shaman started to energetically attack me at night in the jungles under the influence of Ayahuasca. Throughout the day, he provoked me and asked how I handled it. Finally, I questioned myself, can I anchor his dark magic, and if so, when do I transfer it back from whence it came. But first, Roberto informed me that a man was on his way to join us; his name is Mitch, and he is producing a documentary called the Spirit Molecule but lacks the funding. Mitch arrived, and the three of us joined together for potent San Pedro ceremonies. Days passed, and finally, Roberto asked me about Mitch. On a personal note, I admired Mitch; he was on a similar wavelength as me, I gifted several energetic attunements to him, and he anchored a lot of information. Moreover, I advised Roberto, if he wishes to give Mitch the money, the vision of the Spirit Molecule is strong and will educate many people. Eventually, Roberto gave him the money; at first, the concept was a two-disc set, Roberto's story called Stepping into the Fire and The spirit Molecule. In the end, Mitch and Roberto agreed to keep their documentary separate
As for me, the darkness peaked; the Shaman served me potent doses of The Cactus with a mixture of what he called secret spices. Again, Mancoluto attacked me at night and laughed during the day, but now he added a layer of ridicule, making fun of me and calling me weak and low on the Totem pole of evolution. Now I was pissed; I started to give it back to him, our connection converted into breaking each other's superiority down, thus resulting in a state of Humility. Finally, one night I was crying; Mitch came to me with his documentary cameras and asked what was wrong. Next, I asked Mitch to turn the cameras off and then explained that I couldn't act in negativity anymore and was no longer interested in the Shaman's initiations. As a result, the darkness is intense in me now, and I am hurting the Shaman Energetically; Mancoluto can barely hold his rattle, sing the mantras and had trouble sitting at his table for dinner. Mitch replied that he interviewed Mancoluto and is okay with it, he has never engaged with a worthy opponent before, and it's a privilege for him to do this. It's a rite of passage in his tradition. As a result, I met with Roberto letting him know I was obliged to visit the sacred valley and take my girlfriend home. Andrea has had enough of the jungle. Then I would return for the celebration planned in late April 2010, the grand opening of Chimbre. In addition, Roberto informed me that Dennis McKenna and Mitch will show the DMT film at the event, a final test before launching worldwide. Also, Deepak Chopra's chef will be cooking; I am required to help and be the good-looking white guy for all the people who drink the medicine. Moreover, the attendees were from high positions of power and others with trauma and sickness; Roberto conveyed that I needed to be on my top game for everything to go smoothly.
As for me, the darkness peaked; the Shaman served me potent doses of The Cactus with a mixture of what he called secret spices. Again, Mancoluto attacked me at night and laughed during the day, but now he added a layer of ridicule, making fun of me and calling me weak and low on the Totem pole of evolution. Now I was pissed; I started to give it back to him, our connection converted into breaking each other's superiority down, thus resulting in a state of Humility. Finally, one night I was crying; Mitch came to me with his documentary cameras and asked what was wrong. Next, I asked Mitch to turn the cameras off and then explained that I couldn't act in negativity anymore and was no longer interested in the Shaman's initiations. As a result, the darkness is intense in me now, and I am hurting the Shaman Energetically; Mancoluto can barely hold his rattle, sing the mantras and had trouble sitting at his table for dinner. Mitch replied that he interviewed Mancoluto and is okay with it, he has never engaged with a worthy opponent before, and it's a privilege for him to do this. It's a rite of passage in his tradition. As a result, I met with Roberto letting him know I was obliged to visit the sacred valley and take my girlfriend home. Andrea has had enough of the jungle. Then I would return for the celebration planned in late April 2010, the grand opening of Chimbre. In addition, Roberto informed me that Dennis McKenna and Mitch will show the DMT film at the event, a final test before launching worldwide. Also, Deepak Chopra's chef will be cooking; I am required to help and be the good-looking white guy for all the people who drink the medicine. Moreover, the attendees were from high positions of power and others with trauma and sickness; Roberto conveyed that I needed to be on my top game for everything to go smoothly.
Andrea and I visited a special place in the sacred valley; Mitch from the Spirit Molecule referred me to Sol y Luna's Hotel; it's very earthy and grounding. This location was the central hub to research all of the archeological sites in the region. One morning, I was sitting for breakfast when an Australian woman named Courtney came to sit with me; she expressed a Vision of me working with her group and an Andean shaman. In addition, Courtney described the vision of a man connected to the sky people his totem desired to fly with the Peruvian Condor, and this man was me. Next, she introduced me to the Andean Shaman to confirm her vision. Jose (Shaman) agreed that I was this man, and he heard I was in Peru to help open the people's eyes to what he calls the Grandfather, San Pedro. Finally, Courtney invited me to join her tour of all the sacred sites they were visiting. I informed her that I was not alone, her name was Andrea, and she would join us.
Our first stop was Pisac & Ollantaytambo, and it was one of the many important Incan empire cities. The ancient ruins sit high upon hilltops with steep terraces. The Shaman took us through temples and stone structures that are carved from methods unknown. He performed a cleansing on me at this location. In addition, Jose announced I consumed too much of the San Pedro and continued to explain that the cactus ritual was for the people of Peru and their culture. Therefore, his concern was that foreigners would enter their country, infect them with negativity, and exploit their ancestral secrets. Part of my mission was to support and preserve the Incan Traditions by educating newcomers.
Next, we arrived at Ollantaytambo, and instantly I felt the majestic presence this location was anchoring during the Incan rule. On top of that, I accepted a powerful download of my native thunderbird flying above the Peruvian condor totem. Historically, Ollantaytambo served as the last stronghold during the Spanish invasion; from this location, the Incan resistance and their leader fled to Vilcabamba, located in Ecuador. Furthermore, the tour directed us to the unfinished wall named the six monoliths at the sun temple, a calendar for the Incans. Unfortunately, the construction of the temple was incomplete, making it difficult to explain how it operated. However, the stone craftsmanship is superb, and the rocks are enormous; they were moved from a quarry on the high mountainside, 6 km away.Finally, the group was ready to leave, and we gathered for lunch in the village and then drove back to the hotel. Furthermore, I offered healing treatments for the remainder of the night and early morning. But, again, the group was thrilled and wanted more. So, we continued with a yoga class and meditation.
Andrea and I planned a trip to the Moray ruins on our own. I performed a magical ceremony to anchor an angelic portal in anticipation of the journey to Machu Picchu. During the ceremony in Moray, I had a vision of Andrea leaving for Australia; I knew deep inside it was time to let her go. When we returned back to the hotel, the Andean Shaman combined the history of Moray. He stated the intricate stone rings were part of a large-scale ancient Incan agricultural system. In addition, the circles vary in size, with the largest and deepest of 30 meters (98 feet) and 220 meters (722 feet) expansive. Also, the many terraces contain soil from different parts of Peru. The Incans imported various mediums to test which crops grew the best. As a result, the temperatures vary from the top of the rings to the bottom by as much as 15ºC. Again, these variations create micro-climates, reassuring archeologists that it was a testing site for crops or medicinal herbs.
The following day we arrived at Machu Picchu; the group's intention was to visit the temple of the sun, its construction is semicircular, encompassing a large stone. The sun also shines into one main temple window during the summer solstice, aligning the temple with the tip of a sacred mountain peak. Next, the shaman conducted another ceremony with ancient Incan instruments. Jose explained that Machu Picchu, especially climbing the steps to the Intihuatana Stone (Sun Dial), was the final point to a spiritual pilgrimage that started from the Island of the Sun in Lake Titicaca. Finally, we arrived at the Condor temple, where the Inca shaped the rock into a condor in flight (three-dimensional bird). Under the temple is a cave where the remains of a mummy were found. Some historical references mentioned that Machu Picchu's condor area was a prison complex, and the bird was an alter space for sacrificial ceremonies.
We continued to walk, and I noticed a beautiful flower yellow in colour. I stopped to look at its beauty and ate the flower, it spoke to me, and so I could not help myself. However, I felt very sick on my descent back down to the parking lot. Next, I started to vomit with a massive headache and strange visions; Jose asked what was wrong with me. I told him I had consumed a flower, and then he requested a description. Jose knew right away; its name, Four O'Clock Flower or Marvel of Peru (Mirabilis jalapa). In addition, Jose explained it's a very poisonous plant and needs to be consumed properly. Besides, I ate the plant late afternoon when it opened, and its medicine was the strongest. Finally, Jose communicated the Aztecs cultivated the flower for medicinal purposes, now I must go into its knowledge, and he would watch over me. We arrived back at the hotel, and I went to my room in so much pain crying in agony; my liver was working overtime. I had to push through it, and the visions grew more substantial, then all of a sudden, everything when white. Next, the angel Michael appeared and asked me to breathe slowly to let the poison take my body, then let go of my girlfriend Andrea; it was time for this. I fell asleep and awoke the next day, fresh with a unique perspective of our relationship; I submitted to Andrea and her future journey.
We continued to walk, and I noticed a beautiful flower yellow in colour. I stopped to look at its beauty and ate the flower, it spoke to me, and so I could not help myself. However, I felt very sick on my descent back down to the parking lot. Next, I started to vomit with a massive headache and strange visions; Jose asked what was wrong with me. I told him I had consumed a flower, and then he requested a description. Jose knew right away; its name, Four O'Clock Flower or Marvel of Peru (Mirabilis jalapa). In addition, Jose explained it's a very poisonous plant and needs to be consumed properly. Besides, I ate the plant late afternoon when it opened, and its medicine was the strongest. Finally, Jose communicated the Aztecs cultivated the flower for medicinal purposes, now I must go into its knowledge, and he would watch over me. We arrived back at the hotel, and I went to my room in so much pain crying in agony; my liver was working overtime. I had to push through it, and the visions grew more substantial, then all of a sudden, everything when white. Next, the angel Michael appeared and asked me to breathe slowly to let the poison take my body, then let go of my girlfriend Andrea; it was time for this. I fell asleep and awoke the next day, fresh with a unique perspective of our relationship; I submitted to Andrea and her future journey.
The next day I felt a little hungover from the poison. Still, I was very excited for the final stages of our journey, the Grand Galactic Gate, a portal where interdimensional beings traversed into the Hayu Marca region. Jose was thrilled to bring the group here; he spoke about the Ancient Incan legend of a stargate, a mysterious door in the Lake Titicaca region. In addition, Inca mythology talks about the sky people returning to visit humankind in "Solar Ships," and man would meet the creator gods. As soon as we arrived, I was instantly connected to the lands and was ready to challenge my extraterrestrial activity theories. However, I encountered Galactic activity in Cusco; this trip was the next level, so I stepped up to the stargate's doorway; the frequencies were not of ET; it was interdimensional. Next, I walked a little further up in the mountains to lie down and feel an unwanted presence. Suddenly, I opened my eyes, and sure enough, a brown entity stared at me with deep black eyes; I could not endure this perception for too long; it was a visual sensation such as flipping TV channels. Following, I discerned its shifting holographic form; the entity was projecting itself from one dimension into ours. Nevertheless, I remained calm, strolled down the mountain and spoke nothing about this encounter to the group. After Hayu Marca, we would drive to Lake Titicaca and stay the night.
According to Jose and Inca mythology, Lake Titicaca is one of the most mysterious places on Earth, home to the legendary sun gods. Also, it is the largest lake in South America, situated 3811 meters in the Andes in terms of water volume. Legends suggest below the lake lives a megalopolis of people who still reside there. Even Spanish chroniclers from the sixteenth century spoke of the natives who dwell under the islands of Titicaca. In addition, the explorers stated the Incan Indians guard the path starting from the shore, leading to a vast palace and several temples reaching its bottom. Over the years, science has been researching these legends through the form of archaeology. As a result, they found evidence of ruins and ancient temples in the lake waters dating over 1000 years old.
Our group took a boat across to the islands to visit the natives; the lake has evolved into a tourist location where they sold items. But, we enjoyed the floating reeds, meeting the villagers and took an early evening back at the hotel. At one point during the night, I awoke to toss with dreams of alien ships flying above the lake; I went outside for a walk and noticed strange lights in the sky. The lights arose as one and split into three; they moved horizontally and vertically. Also, I observed another 3 lights that dropped down and disappeared into the lake. I returned to my room and was up for most of the night, wondering what had just happened and everything I witnessed. The next day we would leave and return to the hotel in the sacred valley; Andrea and I made preparations for Cusco then flew back home to Canada. Finally, Andrea made the connections that gave her the way into Australia, and I returned to Peru independently.
Our group took a boat across to the islands to visit the natives; the lake has evolved into a tourist location where they sold items. But, we enjoyed the floating reeds, meeting the villagers and took an early evening back at the hotel. At one point during the night, I awoke to toss with dreams of alien ships flying above the lake; I went outside for a walk and noticed strange lights in the sky. The lights arose as one and split into three; they moved horizontally and vertically. Also, I observed another 3 lights that dropped down and disappeared into the lake. I returned to my room and was up for most of the night, wondering what had just happened and everything I witnessed. The next day we would leave and return to the hotel in the sacred valley; Andrea and I made preparations for Cusco then flew back home to Canada. Finally, Andrea made the connections that gave her the way into Australia, and I returned to Peru independently.
I returned to Chimbre for the opening; it was 80 percent complete, but I noticed Mancoluto showing signs of supremacy; I was qualified to transform my darkness from the Chavin initiations; still, he was not; his negativity amplified. Right away, the Shaman desired me to start consuming the medicine. I assured him there were too many people here, and I demanded to be present. Next, I requested the practitioners and other transformational activities to help the people after consuming the medicine. The Shaman replied with his translator, no yoga or spiritual modalities; Yoga is for the monkeys in the trees.
Furthermore, Mancoluto reminded me that he does not want me to help anyone through their journey because a Spiritual healer is the lowest on the totem pole. Thus, Ego filled the air; disaster was on its way, and Mancoluto was out of his mind. Roberto produced a team of advisors, various individuals from all sorts of backgrounds that understood theory more than practice. Moreover, Roberto's team was businesspeople amidst social philosophy; nobody was prepared for an all-you-can-eat buffet of Trauma and Drama.
Chimbre was vibrating high, and people from all over the world were attending. Participants arose to consume the medicine for various illnesses, physical and psychological. They drank the Ayahuasca at sunset, and during the night, the jungles emanated screaming, crying, and vomiting. Besides, the participants were given walkie-talkies, so they could call for help when it got rough. At one point when the medicine peaked, all I heard was walkie-talkies going off and the participants asking for help. In addition, Mancoluto laughed, making scary sounds with masks; it was a good time for the Shaman; listening to the fear echoing in the Jungles. During the day, while everyone rested, Mancoluto became more civilized, and the event was off to a good start. Eventually, the Shaman would greet the participants wearing a new garment; it was a long cape outfit with a cloth crown placed atop his head. Also, he had a new thrown, a fancy chair to sit in. For me, it was amusing to see the Shaman go from rags to riches so quickly. Even the attendees started a mini mutiny against the self-proclaimed king of Shamans. Finally, a small group formed an alliance and snuck out from the retreat to drink the Ayahuasca with other shamans in nearby local villages.
All in all, it went well. However, we were only a week into the retreat, and people began to get restless. Some needed counselling; others were required to move their bodies through Yoga; immediately, Roberto asked for the good-looking white Spiritual guy charm to kick in, especially for the various political participants.
Of course, I helped Roberto and started some gentle Yoga and encouraged everyone through their process. Moreover, I had several meetings with Roberto to let him know how the participants processed the information. On the other hand, Mancoluto often gets paranoid, imagining personalities stealing his family secrets and his San Pedro ingredients. So in between the events, after the participants left, I spent lots of time with Roberto to understand how many people were taking advantage of him; many were reaping his money for various reasons. In addition, Roberto let me in on phone conversations from Wall Street; his superiors were not happy and ordered him back to work; they never let him leave JP Morgan entirely. Also, I visited his home in New York and observed the homesteader side; he is a good man.
Furthermore, Mancoluto reminded me that he does not want me to help anyone through their journey because a Spiritual healer is the lowest on the totem pole. Thus, Ego filled the air; disaster was on its way, and Mancoluto was out of his mind. Roberto produced a team of advisors, various individuals from all sorts of backgrounds that understood theory more than practice. Moreover, Roberto's team was businesspeople amidst social philosophy; nobody was prepared for an all-you-can-eat buffet of Trauma and Drama.
Chimbre was vibrating high, and people from all over the world were attending. Participants arose to consume the medicine for various illnesses, physical and psychological. They drank the Ayahuasca at sunset, and during the night, the jungles emanated screaming, crying, and vomiting. Besides, the participants were given walkie-talkies, so they could call for help when it got rough. At one point when the medicine peaked, all I heard was walkie-talkies going off and the participants asking for help. In addition, Mancoluto laughed, making scary sounds with masks; it was a good time for the Shaman; listening to the fear echoing in the Jungles. During the day, while everyone rested, Mancoluto became more civilized, and the event was off to a good start. Eventually, the Shaman would greet the participants wearing a new garment; it was a long cape outfit with a cloth crown placed atop his head. Also, he had a new thrown, a fancy chair to sit in. For me, it was amusing to see the Shaman go from rags to riches so quickly. Even the attendees started a mini mutiny against the self-proclaimed king of Shamans. Finally, a small group formed an alliance and snuck out from the retreat to drink the Ayahuasca with other shamans in nearby local villages.
All in all, it went well. However, we were only a week into the retreat, and people began to get restless. Some needed counselling; others were required to move their bodies through Yoga; immediately, Roberto asked for the good-looking white Spiritual guy charm to kick in, especially for the various political participants.
Of course, I helped Roberto and started some gentle Yoga and encouraged everyone through their process. Moreover, I had several meetings with Roberto to let him know how the participants processed the information. On the other hand, Mancoluto often gets paranoid, imagining personalities stealing his family secrets and his San Pedro ingredients. So in between the events, after the participants left, I spent lots of time with Roberto to understand how many people were taking advantage of him; many were reaping his money for various reasons. In addition, Roberto let me in on phone conversations from Wall Street; his superiors were not happy and ordered him back to work; they never let him leave JP Morgan entirely. Also, I visited his home in New York and observed the homesteader side; he is a good man.
In the end, I left Roberto and Chimbre. He understood my struggles with the Shaman but could not hear my warnings. Instead, Roberto invested everything into Mancoluto. On my last day, the Shaman and his translator took me out to the airport. Mancoluto asked if I had any foresight into the future of Chimbre and him. I Replied I did. Next, I asked the Shaman if he knew how to fight. He said yes. I meant physically, not mentally. Again he replied, yes, and competed on the streets when he was younger. Finally, I answered Mancoluto's question; I produced a vision of him in a large room with hundreds of people; the Shaman fought every day, swinging his arms, punching and kicking to defend him.
A year later, I received a phone call from Roberto, crying and angry; he notified me of what the Shaman had done. On September 11th, the Shaman was having dinner with Roberto and reported that Kyle, the man who went missing from the retreat, was dead; he buried him in the ground. In my opinion, Mancoluto was very paranoid of people discovering the ancient secret of his family's ingredients in the San Pedro cactus. Furthermore, this paranoia clouded his judgments of summoning the Police when he realized that Kyle had died. So instead, Mancoluto buried the body, so the medicine decomposed, and his ancestors' secret was hidden.
Maestro Mancoluto started drinking the medicine at 8 years, five times a week, until 28, a family tradition into the path of Shaman. In addition, he took an oath to protect the medicine and the Chavin at all costs, and in the end, he did. Chimbre and Roberto's vision of healing for many people was a grand one, but the jungles of Peru and Mancoluto were not ready for Wall Street.
A year later, I received a phone call from Roberto, crying and angry; he notified me of what the Shaman had done. On September 11th, the Shaman was having dinner with Roberto and reported that Kyle, the man who went missing from the retreat, was dead; he buried him in the ground. In my opinion, Mancoluto was very paranoid of people discovering the ancient secret of his family's ingredients in the San Pedro cactus. Furthermore, this paranoia clouded his judgments of summoning the Police when he realized that Kyle had died. So instead, Mancoluto buried the body, so the medicine decomposed, and his ancestors' secret was hidden.
Maestro Mancoluto started drinking the medicine at 8 years, five times a week, until 28, a family tradition into the path of Shaman. In addition, he took an oath to protect the medicine and the Chavin at all costs, and in the end, he did. Chimbre and Roberto's vision of healing for many people was a grand one, but the jungles of Peru and Mancoluto were not ready for Wall Street.
